A MAN POSITIONS A DEHUMIDIFIER SUCH THAT IT DRAINS INTO A MOP BUCKET POSITIONED ADJACENT TO, BUT A SHORT DISTANCE FROM IT; THE MAN THEN URINATES ON THE FLOOR IN THE SPACE BETWEEN THEM; HE THEN LEAVES THE CONTAINED SPACE SO AS TO ALLOW THE URINE TO EVAPORATE.

the clouds are less definitivethan they’ve recently beenand it is not entirelyclear when one beginsand the other beginsand the sky beginsand the air beginsand my intake beginsand my exhaust beginsand is my exhalation, the one out of frustration with your malaiseup there a part of them, those cumulous cloudsas my eyes would indicateas they roll in their directionso often as an accompanimentattributed to my blatant, triumphant disregard for anything remotely sacredand if soif they areis it the part that which has forced the water vapor passed the threshold of precipitation?is it the reason I sit here saturated?If I were to wring out my shirt, or socks, and all manner of clothingwould an examination of the supplied water chemistry reveal what component of this rainwater is our problem?

for there are no solutions without problems

that can be read two waysit is not only to say that every solution is imperfectbut that more emphatically speaking

were it not for problems, there would be no need for solutionsthen and alsothere are no solutions only further diluted problems

yet perhaps those are less relevant than the understandingthat I should know well enough by now: